Perfectionism is the Enemy

Red Leash

I long ago learned to keep a tight leash on my perfectionism. If I didn’t, it would run circles around me and trip me. Scraped knees and elbows. Bruised shins. Never a pretty picture, and I should know as someone who’s had her fair share of knees and elbows meeting pavement.

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Write Right: Among, Between

Write Right Talks about Writing Right

When are you supposed to use among or between? The answer lies in the number of people or things involved.

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Slow like Molasses

Molasses

Some people say I write fast. I suppose I do, but sometimes…sometimes I write slow. The words eke out, slower than molasses poured from a jar.

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